My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0689 Nina

The receptionist at the sleek hotel front desk flashed me a polite smile as Luke and I approached. My shoes seemed to echo as they clicked on the marble floors, and I looked around warily, taking in the sight of all of the wealthy hotel patrons that were milling around.

"I feel out of place," I whispered to Luke. "Everyone looks so... rich."

Luke stifled a chuckle at my words. "We're a couple of country bumpkins, aren't we?"

I would have laughed, if it weren't for the circumstances. While the other city goers and travelers around us were dressed in luxury and designer outfits, I was dressed in my usual t- shirt and jeans, with one of Enzo's flannels thrown over the top.

Little did any of these people know that I was the daughter of a powerful werewolf king, but preferred it that way.

Luke, as always, wore a battered graphic t-shirt and equally-battered jeans. Even though he had flesh on the outside now rather than just bones, he had kept his style of oversized clothes that looked like they had been stolen off of a thrift store mannequin.

Normally, it was endearing. Here, it made people stare at us. But appearances weren't exactly my main concern these past couple of days.

"Welcome," the receptionist said, an older woman with her silver hair pulled back into a neat bun. "Checking in?"

I swallowed, hoping to force a bit of fake confidence into my tone as I addressed her. "I'm actually here to visit one of your guests," I said.

The woman shot me a curious look. "Oh? What's the guest's name?"

"Enzo Rivers," I replied. "He's my husband. He should have checked in a couple of days ago."

The woman nodded, typing the name into her computer. I watched as she clicked around for a moment, humming to herself, then, she frowned. "I'm sorry, our records show that Mr. Rivers failed to check out this moming."

My chest constricted painfully even as I fought to cling to composure. "I'm sorry," I said." Failed to check out?*

she said. "It's not uncommon; perhaps he simply forgot. He never came

Luke. He shot me the same wide-eyed look I was giving him. "This can't be possible," I found myself saying to

Mrs. Rivers?" the receptionist asked gently. With

my driver's license. Nina Rivers. Her compassionate eyes

muscular, with curly brown hair and brown eyes. He wears a lot of flannels." I fluttered

her.

paused, thinking hard. Then, she nodded, and her face seemed to fall ever so slightly. "Yes, actually," she said. "He was in

and I exchanged glances again. "Was he with anyone?"

and this time, her

train, but I refused

between me and Luke. "I'm so sorry, dear," she said softly. "I know

of my throat as the implication hit me. No, absolutely not. After everything we had

if something had happened

helpless tears, I held up my left hand, my

must be some explanation," I choked out. "He would never....not to us..." Unconsciously I cradled my rounded belly, our unbom child. Ours. If nothing else mattered,

said. "I shouldn't assume, of course. Let me pull up

not Enzo. He would never do anything like that.

typing on her keyboard, she turned the computer screen so could see. She pointed, and there he was:

heart tum to ice as I watched the footage. They walked together, arm-in-arm, smiles on their faces. He was saying something, and

the glaring fact that a

him.

a supportive grip on my shoulder as

He adored me. I was carrying his child! But the kind receptionist's pitying eyes

Luke asked urgently. "We'd like

"I'm afraid allowing non-registered